The moaning of the wind through the trees gives voice to my restless mind.
I got a late start this morning, giving myself an extra hour of sleep. Mom was already up, circling the kitchen with hopes of breakfast in her eyes. I want a new coffee cup. One that says, Thank you for not being perky. Happy shiny people are something to assiduously avoid in the morning, so after I fed the pets and took the pups out, I retired as usual to the ‘writing room’. You have to be conversant in Mumble if you want to talk to me in the morning. Luckily my husband and I are fluent Mumblists-one of the secrets to our marriage. Mom, on the other hand, wakes up perky, hungry, and rarin’ to go. I had wanted to work on the blog yesterday, but the first thing Mom did when she came out of her room was walk over and kick the puppy. “Mom! What did you do that for?” I asked her. As she waved me off and walked away she said, “For a while.” Sigh. So instead of getting anything else done, I sat and guarded my furry flock from further attack. J showed up in the afternoon, and I dragged myself and the dogs into my room for a nap. Stress just adds to exhaustion. I slept for three hours and could easily have slept on through the night. Moms activity for the day was to make flower arrangements and decorate jars for vases. But she dozed through mush of that, and most of J’s visit, really.
J and I spent the last few minutes chatting while keeping one eye on Mom, making sure she didn’t slide right off her chair. However...After J left I was still sitting at the table, and when the door shut Moms eyes opened, fully alert. She had been playing possum, probably listening for clues to ‘what’s going on’. That is her most common inquiry these days, I really appreciate J’s inventiveness, she always shows up with a project for Mom. These little activities are something Mom has come to enjoy, even though she can’t see them. She doesn’t actually do anything either, but J keeps up a running dialog, describing what things look like, and discussing every move she makes, letting Mom feel like she’s in control. The endless narration wears occasionally on Kevin and me, but for someone sight-challenged like Mom, the input seems appreciated. Ah…I can hear the rain begin to pound out its soggy, familiar refrain on the roof. I need to get a same day poop from the pup for his exam today, so I suppose I’ll have to follow him in the rain. We are having a lot of rain this winter, and we need it. But it’s going to be flirting with sixty degree days, with the snow level at over seven thousand feet. We really need to keep that water locked in snow, to use later in the year. We’ve had lots of snow in the mountains, but the rain means floods now and drought later for many in the Northwest. The long range forecasts seem to indicate that this will be the last El Nino year (in this cycle). I wonder what the backside of this phenomena will bring us. My guess is that we will continue to break records. So much so that we may as well just start over. Last year was the costliest in history for fighting wildfires. If that trend continues, I can see us reach a point where we simply let them burn themselves out.
Interesting choice of words…Freudian slip?